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The Couch refers to the psychoanalysts classic appliance which claims minds daily . But, put a Rainbow over it, it becomes a colourful kaleidoscope of imaginative thoughtforms.So, the blog is what I think of the world and what the world thinks of me.

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Two Poems

Becoming Poets   You and I, we have a strong bond Like brothers, like lovers; We disgust the world with our vain perversions, our inane attachment with the word and the seas of heresy part at our command revealing the shells of untruths hiding beneath the silt of social justice. Ecstasy beyond judgement is what we share in the binding fallacy of corporeal pain battling to win over the spirit. Our ascension begins at the alter of ego. Broken down

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Up On The Massage Table

I Heat up the oil Your hands are cold and dispassionate Let the oil's warmth seep up your unconscious  Making you more malleable to touch Figures created out of mud and ludicracy Break not the chain of bondage of eternal servitude of lust   II I didn't buy you I can't, because you can't buy humans anymore  I just bought your services for the night A few hours of relaxation  I couldn't buy you but I wish I

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Creation Myth

(For a certain someone)   Who created you Whether by touch or a gentle smile Like snow flakes drifting in the wind Melting with the smallest touch of a Warm hand   Who created you Whether by plan or perchance A divine intervention that shined the Light in the darkness of the void adorning The unseen universe   Who created you Whether in dream or reality find Flawed images of perfection assuming The ultimate victory of love over Experience lost to the mind   Who created you Who created yo

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Friendship

Begin by music what lyrics had shunned, Evanescent feelings that shan't be returned, Forever is a long time if you are not a friend, Every limit mortal as time's sickle bend.   Yet I bequeath my heart and desire, To you and your lot I cast in my fire, A flame everlasting shall flourish in me, Like a flower that blooms only for the bee.   31/12/16 ©asamvav111   Wishing everyone of my friends, near & dear ones, far & farces, enemies & rivals A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.

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Predestination

Predestination   Staring at the blue sky To the distant pasts that glittered in the stars Unseen, unfound, hidden beneath the fluffy clouds   Lying on the concrete Hard truths and harder are the choices that exhumed The sins of the father reflected on the Lamb of God   Floating skyscrapers Diminishing breaths that’s building upon the layers of Foggy winter morning’s urban bustling rabble   14/10/2016 ©asamvav111

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Incomplete Love

For Timmy, Emi and Mr. Benus:   Incomplete Love   All relationships are a work in progress, A building to be finished, an infinite mirror Beneath a starry sky. A battle between belief and reality, A compromise between expectation and evolution Between engagement and understanding. Experience vs. Emotion Broken crumbling pieces of self mixing Into happiness and grief and regrets Creating the mortar of us. Bricks and days And labours of indecisive Apollos' creating The walls of Troy only to be

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In Response

For Ben & Timmy:   Good poems frolic in the sun. They bring Arctic Lights to the barren tundra. They also manage to inundate the soils of Egypt and blow khamsins over the salt flats of Kutch in the very same day.   Good poems deserve a kiss and a wink.   23/09/2016 ©asamvav111

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Fragments

Good stories never end. They just begin a new chapter. Fragments were our destiny. Our fate doomed the first time I saw you smile. Your eyes were filled with the moist heat of the mid summer mango grove's shady effervescent infrangible delight. Your movements took shape in the delicate prowess of a mountain leopard. Your form undulating to the beats that broke down the unyielding barrier of disaffection. And your gentle grace that stoked the hopes of an arid wanderer. But it wasn't to last forev

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Returning Sunshine

You kept telling me how I took up all the space in our relationship. How you needed to get away To get a way around the things in your head... Blasphemy. I believe I was still in your head. And stuck in the chambers of your heart, Your entrails shackling me to the walls of inferiority.   Understanding your grudging affection Took up most of my daylight, yet you kept Asking for more... more space in your head. More air to breath, you sought out the nearest Island of wasted youth. More experienc

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Somewhere

Somewhere on the other side of the rainbow, in a land far far away, there will be a tree. An old majestic tree it will be, with its red, green and purple leaves, and its ancient curved branches extending their embrace from one horizon to another, standing solemnly in an emerald valley beneath the starry night in a solitary prayer. Underneath that tree old mossy stones will hibernate while snuggling the roots that reach the deepest crevices of earth in search of the sweet moisture and warmth of t

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Drowning

Drowning   Blue… blue… many shades of blue Some green mixed with some grey Surprise mixed with sadness Awe separated from jealousy A serene perfection of existence   From beneath the mirror looking up towards the heavens of the mid day sky Azure longings turning into height of disdain And broken hearts bleed poisonous green Pus-sy yellow disbelieving the lie of red Will you be my valentine behind the water curtain?   A solitary kiss of rainbow emotions Burning through my skin of deceit Mor

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Extreme Unction

Extreme Unction   Unloved, Unkissed, Unconfessed sins Of hidden romances, Daring lusts to reach the heavens of Unmuted affections.   Uncouth, Unknown, Undesired attraction Of objects lost, To deny the existence of Unseen memoirs of transgressions.   Unforgiven, Untold, Unending love.   15/05/16 ©asamvav111

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The Communion

There are many stages of making love First there is the Look A Look, that which can melt the stars and feed a million souls   Then the Unveiling Like that of the most precious of the presents A slow sensuous unwrap   The Indulgence is next Deliberate movements across the landscape Appraising the scenery of touch   Then comes the Immaculate kiss A divine surrender of a watchful heart And the rest is a blur of motions of negative spaces   Until finally past the soaring heights of the steep

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Dirges And Obituary

Dirges and Obituary   You said I wouldn’t like your playlist But, my dear, I love your songs How could I not Our choices are so similar But every word, every tune, is like they are wrought in my tears, my heart's blood How songs disappear How tears end all wars Troubles in the garden and the roses bleed love Here lies my heart all bruised and dark Here lies my heart all silent in prayer Now & forever yours   ©asamvav111

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Criminalization of Homosexuality in India: All that is black is not coal!

Ok, I have stayed silent for long... for too long it seems. There has been a good number of blog posts in GA and thankfully all of them are in favour of the LGBT community of India. This was expected. GA is a safe space and a close community of great solidarity. In today's hateful cyberspace, this is a truly unique oasis of love. I am really thankful for GA. But, regarding this matter, there has been some amount of confusion and misinformation as well. I want to target those and clear the air a

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After You Left

(This is dedicated to Carl)   Your face is fading from my memory Your form Dispersing In the cold winter night In the condensations on the grass that look like teardrops And my vision is blurred Fin   ©asamvav111

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The Kiss

You can move mountains, they say If only you ask with love I found it true when my Softest touch moved your reluctance away And I saw the sun rise Though before I was blind And its warmth pierced my heart In million rays, in million ways I felt it burn, I cried out “Gloria in excelsis Deo” Every kiss tells a story Ours was the beginning       ©asamvav111

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Rangrez

Oh dyer of mine, Dear Dyer of mine, Please reveal your secrets divine, What concoction have you created dear, Of your colors and godforsaken water! My heart’s all blue in love so profound, My cloak’s soaked in saffron unbound…     How am I to complain of my tale? I like a stubborn asked you to color my veil, Oh! Your colors penetrated my fabric, insane, Deep within my heart ‘n soul everything’s dyed of your stain, Color my heart away, Oh this feelin’…     Dyer, Are you

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The Vigil

I have waited many nights like this Through the dissident thunders and winds running wild Through raindrops trickling from the broken windows I have waited in my vigilant silence   So dark your visage yet tranquil as smoggy mornings I have spent many nights trying to discern their silhouette Against the many shades of grey my vision had painted In the bleak canvas of nature’s blasphemous hawking   I fear her call, the insistent solicitation of a harlot Aware of nature’s charm in begu

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Renunciation

My beloved didn’t answer my prayer I tried all my usual tricks I dried my tears at his feet I covered my head in my shame and walked away   Finally understood what it is to lose, to a pretty face An uncaring smile and those ravishing eyes Snuffed out my soft ambers’ austere plea My beloved didn’t look back   ©asamvav111

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It Is Necessary To See Death

It is necessary to see death.   It is necessary to see death, stark naked, lurid and wild, Death as it pisses in the dark alleyways drunk and ecstatic on the jumps of drugs that are hard to name and harder to pronounce, it is still necessary to see death face to face. In a breach of society sanctioned lucidity hardwired in our brain, It is still very necessary to see death, To see the violent vandalism of civilization, Of ashes and nuclear death of atoms and atom bombs, Billions of flashligh

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Adoration By Tears

So long it has been since I have touched those soft lashes of delicate yield So long it has been since I kissed those smooth curves of apple So long it has been since I glorified those abyss of passion, dark and deep So long it has been since I adorned your transcendent frame, your mask of deceit     ©asamvav111

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Love in terms of songs

So this particular blog post is peculiar in a way, because here I am going to share something I am passionate about... actually not one but two things... Music & Poetry. Bollywood industry of the yesteryears has produced some of the most talented musicians - Singers, lyricists, composers and even directors who have indeed put those musical gems into an appropriate wrapper of cinema and actors who emoted the languish and the laughter, bringing life to the lyrics. Bollywood is wellknown to giv

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Désespéré et terrifié

It is often very difficult to put into words what you feel. I am better at this with poetry. But, simple hard truths are never really my style. I like them the way I like hungry lions, caged and at a distance, preferably with a loaded gun in my hand. Yet, sometimes it becomes emphatic to tell the truth. And then it becomes hard.   For years I have worn many masks; Masks of happiness, of humour, of grandiosity, of known lies and unknown truths. But, beneath all that garbage, lies a scared boy a

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Mon Cher - Salutation De La Bien-Aimée

Forever will be our destination. I will wait for you, On the other side of the river Of memories, of life and yet not of regrets.   I will remember our time together As the golden springs long past; A silence that became music which turned still once more, A passionate embrace frozen in time.   Then, we will meet again on the other side of the river, And we will resume our dance once more, now and forever.   ©asamvav111

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